by Jim Stitzel | Feb 26, 2020 | General
I sit on a swing at the park, watching my children at play around me. They scurry and run and leap and climb during this first warm day we’ve had in several weeks. They’re loving the warm weather, as am I. One of their favorite games is hide and seek,...
by Jim Stitzel | Feb 13, 2020 | General
I stand in the waiting area of a local emergency room, standing because I cannot bear to sit, cannot bear to hold still. I’m on day four of Panic Attack #ItDoesn’tEvenMatter, and I can barely hold myself together. I’m at the emergency room because I...
by Jim Stitzel | Jan 6, 2020 | Stories
This entry is part 35 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeMalika pushed forward into the village, her blade a blur of blue, flaming fury. It took several moments for the Lesser Dead to notice her, but as she cut them down, they flocked to her in greater numbers. They...
by Jim Stitzel | Jan 6, 2020 | Stories
This entry is part 34 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeMalika took the creature’s arms in two quick strokes, toying with the monster in an almost vindictive manner. Then she followed it up with a blindingly fast sweep, lopping the deathless’ head from...
by Jim Stitzel | Jan 3, 2020 | Stories
This entry is part 32 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeMoments later, Malika stepped from the forest and stopped at the top of the hill looking down over her village. She could see fires burned throughout the town, set not by the deathless’ attack but rather...
